Honga Noh?!

Today. Little sister tweeted  me while I was sleeping...

"Do you see what i see? I see female genitalia. #justsaying"

Little cousin, Geli in the Philippines butted in ....

"😳 that blew my mind. Honga noh. 😧"

When I woke up, I joined in, "looks like her face is the cl*t."

Little sister added,  "I just can't unsee it. I can't. hahaha! looks like an overused vagina. lels "

I don't kow about the overused vagina because I haven't seen one. All I can say is that...

"It's a very bushy one."

...and I mean really really bushy! It needs a very extensive deforestation!

This was taken in Iceland. Do they really wear something like that? Is it a trend?

Thoughts: She's pretty. The photo is very good. Styling is ahmmm ...I don't know. It just reminded us of something else. Hehehe.


* honga noh  - Filipino slang for "Yeah. Right!"

The Problem

I was chatting with my little sister, Charmaine in Australia today. I told her in one of our topics that I have a problem. A big one!

She: Unsay problema? (What's the problem?)
Me: I made homemade coffee ice cream and baked the most decadent super moist dark chocolate cake with dark chocolate glaze last night, should I eat some now or sa dinner na? (...or at dinner)



She answered me,

"SHYEET!" (Shit!)

Hahahaha! Just imagine what she'd say if she had seen these photos.

It was 2:30 in the morning in Australia already! I know, talking about food especially at dawn is such a tease. I MUST avoid chatting with her for weeks in the early morning for now until she forgets about this.

...or else, she'll get even!

Oh! By the way, I ended eating a small piece of the cake with a small scoop of ice cream at lunch.

Mama-Approved Flower Boy

So the young lady called me up today. It was around eight in the morning in Los Angeles and eleven-ish in Maryland. The delegates will fly to Korea today after a few days stay in California since Saturday. We talked about what we've been doing while she was away and she also shared about the hotel she stayed in and so on and so forth. Then...

Me: Unya naay flower boy sa grupo? (So is there a flower boy in the group?)

..and what I meant by flower boy is a pretty boy.

She: Naa. (There is.)
Me: ((( NAA?! ))) (THERE IS?!)

Hahahaha. I sounded so much more excited than she was. No wonder after reading Yna's short story published in Fiction Press years ago, the people who know me personally asked me if I am the mother in her literary work.

No, it was not me according to my author daughter. Jill's mother is a fictitious character. (Read Girls, Boys, and Other Enigmas here written by Yna)

I can't believe my ears. She usually answers me "Not really!" whenever I ask her this question, whether when she's in summer camp, in high school, and even in college

So, I had to ask her a link of his Facebook page. Of course, I want to see this so called flower boy for myself.

...and...

Oh M to the most powerful G!

He is a flower boy indeed! A mama-approved flower boy. I am sorry though for I can not share the link in this post, and not even a tinee-tiny photo.


Note: Please don't misunderstand. I asked her so she answered honestly. This does not mean anything. I just have to explain this based on some private feedbacks I got about this post.